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| Calvin |
During The Friend Test, the first time I as her friend was going to meet her new love interest, I would be able to look at him with a more objective view than she could. We had designed The Friend Test after she’d had a boyfriend who was really kind of a dick and it had taken her 2 years to realize. I had felt too uncomfortable to speak up. So now, when either of us was starting to get serious about someone, the test had to happen. And I was obliged to be brutally honest.
Sandra had sent me a photo of her new beau that was honestly a bit of a red flag. Calvin looked like a very nice guy in the photo. It was clearly taken at a pool party, as he was in swimwear. His hairy body looked very nice and beefy. He had piercing brown eyes and his brown hair was meticulously styled into a quiff. He had several tattoos across his upper body, including a full sleeve on one of his muscled arms. The swimwear however was so small, that a small patch of Calvin’s pubes were visible over the waistband. In the background of the photo, all around the pool, were all fit men in small swimsuits as well.
I mean, it was a hot photo. But to me it looked like a gay event. And a gay choice of swimwear. The grey Speedo accentuated his bulge in such a way that I had trouble imagining a straight man wearing it.
I had not expressed my doubts to Sandra just yet. I had decided to keep an open mind. But I knew Sandra could be naïve with these things. She had been when she first met me, for example. After we had worked at the same restaurant for a while, she had asked me out. Although it’s true that most people don’t immediately assume I am gay, I had by that time mentioned to her I would be ‘going to brunch with the boys’ over the weekend.
I parked my car in front of Sandra’s house. The warm outside air hit my face as I got out. The sound of the breeze against the palm trees made me smile. It was good to live in Kaua’i. I noticed only Sandra’s car in the driveway so far.
Sandra greeted me warmly, gave me a glass of wine and continued her cooking process. Sandra’s food was always magnificent. It wasn’t just her job, it was also still her passion. I loved that it never became routine for her.
“OK. I gotta get you up to speed”, she said.
“Please do!”, I said.
“We’ve been on 5 dates. No L word.”
“OK.”
“But I really, really like him.”
“Gotcha.”
“He moved here from Florida a few months ago and he was just at the store.”
“Oh nice! No dating app!”
“Yes! Just an actual meet-cute for once. It was so nice. He is so handsome in person too, you will love him.”
“The thing is…”, Sandra started. “He is bisexual. Openly bisexual. He’s been on Pride floats. He asked me about when and where Pride happens here. His last ex is called Shane.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You better not be laughing at me”, she said with a smile on her face, pointing at me with a wooden spoon.
“I know bisexuality has this stigma, this invisibility”, Sandra said. “And I kinda dig that he is so open about it.”
“He really seems to not give a shit”, I agreed.
She laughed.
“Yeah! But these thoughts in my mind annoyed me. Like I was contributing to the stigma by thinking them. It was just… He’s not like any other man I’ve dated.”
I smiled.
“And it’s not like you don’t believe bisexuality exists, right?”
“Oh, he is definitely into women”, Sandra laughed.
She gave me a telling look. I laughed as well.
Sandra was obviously overthinking this. In my experience, it is still quite taboo for a man to be in a relationship with a woman but to have had same-sex experiences in the past. The other way around however, is fine. Though my first thoughts about Calvin had also been too black-and-white.
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| Calvin |
Sandra laughed.
“So I contributed to the stigma too.”
“I know! But it’s hard not to think like that. I thought, what if we go to the beach and he wears that?”
“So what?”
“I don’t know, I…”
Sandra was having this conversation while cooking at the same time and it was clear she was a professional as she was able to focus on both things at once. I took her hand.
“Baby. You have to stop caring about what other people think. He rocks that bathing suit. He looks sexy as fuck. Would you really prefer he wears the long shapeless board shorts?”
She had to think about that.
“OK, OK. You’re right.”
“I know what you mean, but in the end, as long as you know what’s up, that’s all that matters.”
“Well, he still has to pass The Friend Test.”
“True”, I agreed. “Though so far he sounds awesome.”
It was then that Sandra revealed she had intentionally invited me earlier than Calvin because she needed to get this bisexuality thing off her chest. She said I had managed to reassure her.
When Calvin finally entered the house, he kissed Sandra in a way that was casual and sensual at the same time. He wrapped his arms around her and let his hands rest on the small of her back as he gave her a peck that lasted a few seconds.
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| Calvin |
“Hey man, I’m Calvin”, he said.
“Ace”, was all I could utter.
Sandra was right, in person he was even more charming. And his body looked even more amazing. Getting a glimpse of his thick legs and round ass in his jeans made me lick my lips. I now also noticed the tattoo of the equality sign on the back of his neck.
Most importantly, Calvin was a very sweet and smart guy. He was passing The Friend Test with flying colors. He told me about how he moved to Hawaii to make a new start. He got hired as a tour guide for Kauai Nature Tours, for which I’ve seen vans drive around the island. Taking a group of tourists on hikes around the island sounded like a great job, and Calvin said he had loved it so far, as well as the experience of living on the island.
Calvin obviously wanted to know about queer bars on the island, as he hadn’t been able to find any online.
“As you may have noticed there’s very few bars at all on the island”, I said, “but Nawiliwili Tavern goes pretty queer the first Saturday of the month.”
“Oh awesome! We should totally go!”
Calvin said that the LGBTQ community is all he misses from when he lived in Florida.
“Especially doing sports is just so much more fun in a queer setting. In Florida there was a queer rugby team and there was touch football as well. I miss those guys.”
I felt bad for Calvin. I know how important a sense of belonging can be.
“You look pretty fit, Ace, do you do any sports?”, Calvin then asked me.
I smiled at him giving me a compliment about my body.
“I just work out in the gym”, I said.
“Do you know of any queer sports teams?”
I happened to know about one gay sports club, but I wasn’t sure if it was what he was after. It was likely more erotic than the sports he played in Florida. It had been something I had been curious to try, but I had been too scared to go alone.
“There’s… gay wrestling? Once a month as well, I think.”
“Really?”
Calvin’s face lit up.
“That sounds awesome! I never did wrestling, but I can learn!”
Calvin seemed thrilled, like the last puzzle piece of his new life in Kaua’i had just fallen into place. He asked if we could join the team together and of course I said yes. Sandra was so happy that Calvin and I would do something together.
I had just failed to mention that the club originated from people with a wrestling fetish. But I guess we could go as far with it as we wanted. Even though I had a wrestling fetish myself, after college I hadn’t wrestled at all. I had just watched erotic wrestling videos online. Of course, I wouldn’t mention any of that to Calvin.
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| Calvin |
“Lately there hasn’t been much interest though”, Austin then admitted.
He sounded sad. For a small island like Kaua’i I guess it was too niche.
“For a long time it was me, Jonny and Roy. They were a couple, but they broke up. And now I haven’t seen either of them for about a year. And I currently have an injury. I was happy to hear there was renewed interest, because lately all of this is only being used by straight people.”
Calvin and I both laughed.
For a second I was afraid Calvin would no longer want to continue without any opponents. I looked at him.
“Well, we can wrestle each other at least!”, Calvin said.
“Are you a couple?”, Austin asked.
I smiled.
“No.”
Austin showed us a room with a wrestling ring, a mat room, and he had his own storage closet with all types of wrestling gear as far as the eye could see. We were welcome to use everything, he said.
“Awesome!”, Calvin said. “I promise we will take great care of everything.”
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| Calvin |
“You know what”, Calvin said, “this actually kind of works out.”
I chuckled.
“Why?”
“I feared that this could get pretty… you know… sexual. And now it’s just us buddies.”
“True”, I said.
“Sandra of course didn’t put two and two together that a gay wrestling club might be different than a gay volleyball club.”
I laughed. He had already gotten to know her pretty well.
“So now I don’t have to tell her what probably really goes on.”
As Calvin selected his red Speedo-type gear, his kneepads and white and red boots, he started to get changed. He revealed a black jockstrap under his shorts and wore them under his trunks. I realized that even though Calvin now thought things wouldn’t get sexual, I wasn’t sure if I could agree. I was already starting to get hard and we hadn’t even started yet.
I quickly changed into my own, slightly more conservative, blue square-cut trunks. I noticed Calvin didn’t even look my way. Both still wearing our T-shirts, we walked down to the ring to find Austin. Austin was going to give us some basic training. Calvin and I could use each other to practice on.
When Calvin’s T-shirt went off I did a quick scan of his gorgeous, hairy, tattooed physique. It looked exactly like it did in the photo, but it was much hotter to see it in real life. At first I felt awkward touching Calvin’s bare body, as he was my friend’s lover. But I soon got used to it. My college wrestling past came flooding back to me. Before I knew it we were all tangled up in intimate holds. During the first hold I could feel his breath against my stomach as I squeezed my legs, pushing his chest against my crotch.
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| Calvin |
Calvin started out strong. He got me in a hold first. I managed to slip out. And then Calvin struck again, but after some time I squirmed myself out. This continued two more times. And then I saw Calvin breathing hard. It was definitely an intense sport, as I remembered from my college days.
Austin was shouting things at both of us, but it didn’t really register with me. I just noticed Calvin slightly out of breath, thinking about what to do next. I remembered that when your opponent takes time to think, it’s your time to strike. So I did.
I got Calvin to his knees and pulled back his arms. His moans turned me on. Suddenly I felt like I was in one of those erotic wrestling videos, with a hot man getting dominated right in front of me. His small trunks riding up his ass. It felt awesome.
Calvin submitted. I was in the lead. I felt amazing. I was so happy we had decided to do this.
“I’ll get you back for that one”, Calvin said.
He was smiling. He was far from a sore loser. I hope that meant that we would continue doing this together for a long time.
In the second fall, Calvin tried even harder. He managed to get me in a bodyscissors. I realized those were hard to get out of. Austin yelled at me what to do as I squirmed around. I took a breath and started focusing on Calvin’s legs. With my hands I could try and bend one of them by the ankle in such a way that Calvin would let go of the hold. And it worked!
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| Calvin |
Calvin reached for his ankle and I didn’t miss a beat. I scooted up behind him, wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled it back for a choke hold. Austin’s words were encouraging again, but I wasn’t listening.
As Calvin’s hands tried to pry my arms away, I realized I was the competitive one. It didn’t take long for his hands to stop trying and to fall to the mat on either side of me. I had choked him out. It was so hot to feel his body go limp in my arms. I was so turned on.
Austin clapped excitedly as I let go and got up, Calvin’s sexy body flopping onto the mat. He looked so sexy. I immediately knew I wanted to do that all the time. I should have come here much sooner.
Calvin was only out for about 20 or 30 seconds. When he came around, he looked dazed, but he was smiling.
“Wow, that was… that was kinda hot”, were the first words out of his mouth.
I smiled.
Calvin took some time to get himself together. But he wasn’t done. As he came back from splashing some water on his face, he said he wanted to continue.
“All right”, Austin said, “but it’s tradition around here to wrestle the rest of the night without your trunks once you get choked out!”
I chuckled.
“You don’t need to do that…”, I started, but it was already happening.
Calvin grinned wide and dropped his trunks. The black jockstrap was right there. He showed himself off and I noticed the Speedo tanlines on his ass. He was proud of his body and he should be. He was so hot. The bulge in my trunks expanded.
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| Calvin |
I was surprised how short a time it took as I could watch Calvin’s lights go out in real time. His eyes rolled up and he let out a muffled snore against my cock. I was getting rock hard as his hands fell to the mat again. As I spread my legs open, Calvin’s face unceremoniously hit the mat as well.
Austin was applauding me.
“Well done! You show such promise!”
I got up and Austin pointed out my raging boner that only just stayed under my waistband.
“Well, yep, you’re in the right place. Happens to me every time as well.”
I walked towards him but then turned back. Calvin’s lifeless, jockstrapped body on the mat was quite the view to take in. He stayed unconscious longer this second time, but Austin promised me that I didn’t need to worry.
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| Calvin |
“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty!”, Austin said.
“Are you OK?”, I asked.
Calvin chuckled as he rubbed his neck.
“Yeah, that was amazing.”
He was blinking quite a lot.
“I mean, I am fucking out of it, but that was so cool!”
As he sat up, I could swear I saw the outline of a boner in the pouch of his jockstrap as well.
That night, all I could think about was Calvin. His body. His ass in that jockstrap. His face as he passed out. Once in my arms, once between my legs. I came all over myself.
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